Hanging to a thread of remembrance
consequences fall across the world...

Will you Think of me
in the odd moment's quiet tremor...

I heard a story once
of something called a River...

Do not come here old friend
if you speak sad tidings...

There were two crescent Moons hanging
caught in the shadow of Venetian eyes...

I will traverse the path that some may walk
Here in this place balanced...

In the clearing I stand
lost in my dreamscape...

Will you call to me
in the sun burnished landscape...

Will you call to me
when the last times fall...

Through a long Moonless Night
those whose mind turns...

I had a Sepia Day today
Everything felt...

Waiting here
stars breathing...